⌁waking wanderlust⌁

This place is incredible. That is the only way I know how to describe it. Spain is beautiful, exciting, intimidating, and inspiring all at once. As I sit here on my balcony overlooking the sea, mountains, orange groves, and city lights, I realize how incredibly blessed I am. There is no place on this earth I would rather be. Honestly. And that is a brand new feeling to me. I’ve never felt so tranquil and at peace with myself. I feel like my entire life before Spain can be described in one word: restless. I used to walk around in zombie-mode. Just surviving the days. Wasting precious breaths and moments on nothing in particular. Twenty-one years and what have I accomplished? Well let’s see… I’ve seen every episode of Lost (don’t get me started on that pathetic excuse for a finale…) and I know every word to the Thong Song. Something MUST change! I want to live my life with purpose and enjoyment. I want to make a difference in someone’s life. I want to know and understand people of every culture. I want to love without fear. But most of all, I want to help people - whether they need food, a place to live, or just someone who can understand. I refuse to continue living my life selfishly and without purpose. Things are about to change, no matter what it takes.